We celebrate the completion of the Home we built in Maneadero by handing over the keys and a Bible signed by everyone on our team. We visit Ensenada for an hour or so to find souvenirs for Home. And then we come back to the City of Children to celebrate the Home here and it's children, making a lip dub that touches on all of the events experienced during our week.
Then we end the day by going to the amphitheater atop the hill overlooking the City of Children to remember again all we've done during the week, building an altar of memories by offering up little phrases and headlines to the stories we experienced about the kids who hugged us, the Mexican mama at the home building site who though she had very little offered us food to eat, the funny things that happened at the dorms and during the week, salt shaker magic, ripped pants in the airport, the Barn party that brought us instantly together, the joy of having Anne Batey with us, Joe Mayes surprise appearance, shared testimonies, Steve Waldrons' patience, the special joy of a parent and child serving here together, the courage of those who came while battling their own personal fights, the connections and bridging of language barriers, the renovations to a porch and our own heart. So many, many memories. Ask your teen what memories they might have placed at the altar.
And then we circled up and holding hands, we prayed together as children to our Father. Standing in the dark, our hearts light and our lives enlightened in some small measure with the hope that -- the Home we built, the Home we served, the Home we left and the Home we've made for ourselves here this week all is intended to point us -- Mexicans and Americans, young and old, those in Ensenada and those in Maneadero, believers and unbelievers -- our work here was intended to glorify God in whom we find our identity and point us all to our ultimate Home, a Home with Him, a Home not made with hands.
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